First Class – BWWM Erotica

By: Kenzie Haven

Part 1 of Mile High: BWWM Billionaire Complete Series

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My iPad died.

Just what I needed in the airport while waiting for my flight. With my only source of entertainment succumbing to the low battery, my gaze went to the other passengers sitting at the gate.

Most of the commuters travelling to New York with me were slumped over, as bored as I was. At least we only had another hour to go and we would be on our way. The flight from Dallas was only three and a half hours and then I would be home.

It was nice visiting my family in the Lone Star State. But there were only so many days I could spend with my four siblings before I remembered why I had moved away in the first place.

My gaze fell on a man sitting a few rows of chairs in front of me. Not for any other reason except he was staring back at me. Even when I caught him he didn’t look away, holding my gaze long enough to make me feel awkward.

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I looked away abashedly, embarrassed to be caught staring, too. Clearly he didn’t have the same problem. I kept my gaze moving but it kept flicking back to him – pulled like a magnet.

He was gorgeous.

Light blonde hair shone even under the dull fluorescent lights. His blue eyes were the lightest shade of sapphire I had ever seen. I guessed his age to be about late thirties. He had the presence of someone powerful, someone not afraid to take what they wanted, and he was looking my way like he wanted to own me.

An involuntary shiver ran down my spine as I pictured those powerful white arms around my chocolate colored skin. His strong hands gripping my round ass. Those pink lips on my generous boobs.

We would be beautiful together.

At least thinking filthy thoughts helped the time to pass. The scene playing out in my head was far better than anything I could call up on my iPad. I’d need wi-fi and no security filter for those kinds of videos.

The flight was called just as I was getting hot and bothered. We formed a neat line and filed onto the plane. I had to trudge all the way to the back of the plane, seated firmly in Cattle Class.

Economy was full and noisy as we took off. I wasn’t a good flyer. As much as everyone told me the big, steel bird was safe, I never truly believed it. We were up in the frickin’ air, anything could happen. It wasn’t like we could pull off the road and fix something broken. There was only one way down with a plane.

I gripped the seat arms and tried to calm my racing heart. It didn’t help having a kid kicking my seat from behind. If I could let go of the seat, I would turn around and show him some manners.

“Excuse me, Ma’am,” the slight flight attendant said as she leaned over the guy next to me.

“Yes?” I managed to choke out through some hyperventilating.

“You’ve been upgraded. If you would like to come with me, I’ll show you to your new seat.”



That had never happened to me before. The excitement of being upgraded momentarily overshadowed my deep seated fear of flying as I got up to follow the woman. I wasn’t going to miss out on a better seat for the flight.

I was led through Business Class and went straight to First Class. It was like stepping into a whole other world. The seats were bigger and everyone was quiet. No screaming kids, no seats designed for skinny girls, and… they had champagne here?

First Class was officially Heaven.

“This is your new seat. Enjoy your flight.” The attendant gave me a kind smile as she gestured to my seat and hurried off in the opposite direction.

My bag slid easily into the overhead compartment before I took my seat and buckled up. My ass fit so much better into these seats, my legs had plenty of room, and there was no-one to kick my seat.

“Welcome aboard.” The male voice startled my already-frayed nerves. My head snapped around to see the man from the waiting area beside me.

He was even more gorgeous up close. My stomach did a little back flip taking him all in. Those blue eyes were mesmerizing, it was like they could see right through me.

“I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of upgrading you,” he continued. He was still talking and all I could do was stare at him. “A beautiful woman like yourself deserves some luxury.”

“I, uh, thank you,” I stammered. “Wait… you did this?”

“You can return to your old seat if you wish.” His voice was like silk, washing over me like liquid.

“No, no. This is just fine.”

He settled back into his seat and turned his eyes back to his laptop. On the screen were spreadsheets with enough numbers to make me dizzy.

I should have let him get back to work and enjoy the free champagne. But I wasn’t good at doing the sensible thing.

“My name is Letisha,” I said.

He didn’t take his eyes from the screen. “Richard.”

“It’s nice to meet you. Do you live in New York or are you going there for business?” My mama always told me I asked too many questions. For some reason I couldn’t seem to control myself now.

“I live there.”

I really wished he would look at me again so I could catch another glimpse of those eyes. It was selfish of his laptop to take up all his attention. I had visions of closing it on him.

My mouth continued its flapping. “I call New York home, too. I used to live in Dallas until I escaped with the excuse of going to college. I never went back, even though I graduated last year.”


“Have you lived there long?”

Finally, he turned his attention back to me. Instead of the annoyance I expected, there was amusement in his eyes. “All my life. Tell me something, Letisha, do you fly often?”

“No, I hate it. Does it show?” I asked shyly. I didn’t realize my fear had been so obvious.

“A little.” He chuckled, just a bit. It was the sexiest sound in the world. The look in his eye suddenly came alive with fire. “I’ve heard there’s a cure for aviophobia.”

“Oh?” If there was a way to be comfortable with flying, I wanted to hear about it. I hated the fear and terror the big, giant bird inflicted on me.

Richard leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear. “Sex.”

That wasn’t what I was expecting. Maybe hypnosis, maybe sleeping pills, but definitely not joining the mile high club.

I laughed, trying to rid myself of the goosebumps he caused. “Are you offering?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Was he serious?

It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone. I wasn’t the adventurous, one-night-stand type of girl. My few sexual experiences had been with my boyfriends and only then after observing the three month rule and the family-approval test.

But this guy, he was smoking hot. He had more effect on my body in the small time we’d known each other than any of my previous boyfriends.

Maybe this good girl could go bad for one flight. After all, who would have to know? Nobody would find out and it would be a fun way to pass the time.

But… he wasn’t serious, was he?

I giggled away his comment. “Yeah, right.”

He closed his laptop lid with a decisive thud. “The bathroom in First Class is very generous.” He slid the laptop into the seat pocket and twisted his body around to face mine.

The next thing I knew, his hand was on my knee. His skin looked milky white against mine. I’d never been with a white man before. It wasn’t any intentional exclusion, it just happened that my boyfriends were black.

“I want you, Letisha,” Richard whispered. His breath on my ear sent shudders through me. My breathing quickened as my mind raced.

“But we don’t know each other,” I argued. The sensible in me was still fighting a battle against doing something so stupid.

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“I know I want you and I always get what I want.”

His voice was so commanding, I found myself wanting to do whatever he said. I wanted to be commanded and ordered about. As long as he told me what to do with his hands as well as his lips, I would do it.

I found myself nodding as the sensible voice was completely drowned out. I really was going to have sex with a stranger in a plane. It was really happening.

We stood and Richard placed a guiding hand on my back. He gently pushed me forward until we reached the restroom. He opened the door and we stepped inside like it was the most normal thing in the world.

He wasn’t kidding about the First Class bathroom. It was much roomier than the tiny one in Economy but still squishy with two people. These things were definitely designed for one person and one person only.

Richard spun me around to face him only a second before his lips pressed onto mine. They owned me. My mouth parted to let his tongue in. He lapped and licked, our tongues mingling together like they had done this a million times before.

His hands slid around my body until they found my ass cheeks. He squeezed them, making my pussy wet with anticipation. This wasn’t going to be a romantic encounter, it was going to be a quick fuck and I was completely fine with that.

I reached for his black pants, popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He was wearing boxers underneath. Somehow, I expected him to be commando. He was full of surprises.

Richard tugged at my top until I held my arms up. He pulled it off over my head, exposing my bright, neon pink bra. I clearly didn’t dress for sex or for anyone to see my underwear.

He made swift work of my bra strap, disposing of the garment like it was nothing. My boobs sprung free in all their glory. I was nothing but tits and ass, defining the word curvy.

His hands pulled at my boobs, gripping one and placing it into his mouth. My head arched backwards as the waves of pleasure washed through me. His tongue traced circles around my nipple before he sucked like his life depending on it.

I imagined those same lips around my pussy, sucking like that. My clit pulsed down below, demanding as much attention as my boobs. I had never wanted anything as much as I wanted him right at that moment.

“Feeling better yet, darling?” Richard asked, keeping his voice down.

“You have no idea,” I moaned in reply. He should not have been using his mouth to talk, he needed to be using it for much more pleasurable means.

His lips found their way to my neck, suckling on the sensitive skin before making his way back to my mouth. His hands made light work of my skirt, pulling it upwards so he could tug at my panties.

I suddenly regretted the pink neon panties I had chosen because they matched the bra. They didn’t exactly scream ‘fuck me’.

Richard pushed my panties down until they reached my knees. It was about as far as he could reach in the tiny restroom.

We needed to be quick in case someone noticed us enter together. God, I hoped not. I could not sit amongst them all out there if they knew what we were doing right now. I wasn’t that kind of girl.

Well, I guess maybe I was now.

I was quickly pulled from my silent panic by Richard’s fingers plunging into my folds. He found my pussy and didn’t hesitate in sliding between my lips.

His hands were soft but they were oh-so-powerful. There was no question in his moves. He was doing whatever he wanted and was not going to accept any arguments.

Not that I was arguing.

I relaxed into his grip, letting the pleasant pulses run over my clit. His fingers slid up and down, breaking up the rhythm with a rub to my clit before delving lower again. I could take that kind of treatment for the rest of the flight.

“You’re sopping wet,” he whispered.

There were too many endorphins spinning me into a happy daze for me to reply. His lips were determined to kiss every part of me while his hands focused on my pussy.

It wouldn’t be long before I was going to come and I didn’t want to be selfish. I managed to find the strength to grab at his boxers and push them down, careful not to hook his erection in the process.

His cock was impressive, to say the least. My previous boyfriends had been well hung, but Richard blew them all out of the water. He was massively hard with pre-cum dripping from the tip.

I circled his cock’s head with my thumb, spreading the moisture all around before sliding my hand up and down his shaft. My skin looked even darker against his paleness. I loved the stark contrast, he was so white and I was so black. Like yin and yang.

Richard moaned as his shaft grew even harder under my gentle touch. I wanted him inside me, sliding in and out as our bodies slapped together. Just the thought sent a new wave of wetness from my pussy.

He slid a finger inside me, making me rock back from the sudden motion. He took the opportunity to insert another one. His fingers were fucking me, sending me into oblivion.

My cunt contracted around him as the orgasm took over. I bit my lip to stop myself screaming out. I had never had a man touch me so intimately before – let alone a stranger – but I couldn’t get enough. His thumb circled my nub, drawing out my pleasure for all it was worth.

I didn’t realize I was squeezing his cock in my ecstasy. When I opened my eyes, he was trying to hold himself together. I’m not sure either of us were actually achieving that goal.

I pried my fingers away from around him. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re so gorgeous when you come. I need to have you now.”

He took his hands back, the loss sudden. My clit cried out for his hands to return their relentless pillaging. But I was in for a treat with his cock, my pussy wouldn’t be left bereft for long.

Richard pulled me closer so our bodies were pressed against one another. The only clothing remaining on me was my skirt and that was covering next to nothing. He was still wearing his white business shirt with his pants and boxers around his knees.

I had to perch my ass on the tiny sink ledge so we could fit together properly in the small space. Richard held me above his cock, teasing me with it.

“You ready for this?” he asked.

I nodded eagerly. I was so ready for this. Anything he wanted to give me, I was ready and willing to take. If it involved that glorious piece of his manhood, then sign me up. Now.

He slid my panties from my knees and they disappeared into his pocket. If he noticed the garish color, he never said anything.

My legs were finally free to wrap around his waist as I pulled him closer. We needed to get this over and done with before the seatbelt sign was switched on and we would be evacuated from the restroom.

His cock head peeked into my pussy, a glimpse of what was to come. I pushed forward, making it clear I was ready for our coupling and I wanted it now.

Richard slowly plunged into me. I took him inch by delicious inch. He moved me around so I could take all of him, stretching to make sure I did. I was so wet he glided easily.

Sudden turbulence made my stomach flip. I gasped as I held onto him tighter. My hands gripped his back, my fingernails digging into his milky skin. Pushing my fear aside, I focused on the man between my legs. If the plane was going to go down, then I was going to enjoy my last moments with gusto.

One of his hands held onto my ass while the other snaked between us. His commanding fingers brushed over my clit before applying pressure to my nub. He caressed me there with the same rhythm as his thrusting.

Between him and the turbulence, I was on sensation overdrive. Our bodies slapped together with his hard thrusting. My fleshy boobs bounced against his chiseled chest while Richard took me in. His eyes never left my body as he watched what he was doing to me.

I couldn’t make any sound so we didn’t get caught. One of the hardest things was keeping the scream inside while the orgasm built. He was too much for me, the whole experience ready to send me over the edge and plunging into pleasure.

“Letisha, you’re so sexy,” Richard whispered against my shoulder.

His thrusts increased in speed and intensity. I couldn’t hold on any longer. It only took one more press on my clit for me to go barreling head first into the orgasmic wave.

My body washed with pleasure. My skin tingled as I closed my eyes and let the ecstasy take control over me. My clit throbbed with happiness and satisfaction as Richard continued his caressing.

He came with me, his cock bursting with his fluid as he contracted inside me. I felt every part of him as he came undone and lost control. I saw a completely different side to him. He was so collected in his seat and at the airport. Right now, in the restroom, he was a slave to his carnal desires.

We both were.

I milked his cock for all it was worth, writhing on him and drawing out my orgasm. It was a miracle we managed to stay quiet. Only fear of being caught kept my lips firmly closed.

I never thought an airplane restroom could be so damn sexy before. Joining the mile high club was not on my bucket list, but it should have been. I would have ticked it off repeatedly.

My nipples were extra sensitive as they rubbed against Richard’s chest. His thrusts had calmed down to a gentle movement but each one still sent jolts of pleasure through me. It felt like I would never extinguish the fire within.

His hand finally stilled on my clit, releasing me from his hold. I was sated but my heart was still racing from the encounter. I had never been so fully satisfied before.

Richard pulled out of me and I felt the loss immediately. I wanted him back inside me, the emotion taking me by surprise. I’d only just met this man and I was missing his most intimate part already.

The plane lurched without warning, making me lose all feeling in my stomach. The seatbelt sign flashed on with a ding overhead.

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Richard quickly pulled his pants up, tucking himself in and dressing in no time flat. He reached into his pocket and fished out my pink panties. Instead of handing them to me, he helped pull them up my legs.

I needed him to steady me when I climbed off my sink perch. He helped my panties into place and smoothed my skirt down. I slipped on my bra and clasped it myself while Richard helped me with my top.

We were dressed in no time, but that still left the issue of leaving the restroom without being noticed. “You should go first and I’ll follow in a few minutes,” I offered. The turbulence was freaking me out but the embarrassment would be worse.

“No. We go together,” Richard said before opening the door. “It doesn’t matter who sees us.” He pulled me out of the restroom before I could protest.

We walked down the aisle with every eye on us. Richard acted like he didn’t have a care in the world while I tried desperately not to make eye contact with any of them.

Our seats came far too slowly as we slid into them. I buckled up tight, trying to rid myself of all fear and embarrassment. If the powerhouse of a man beside me felt anything other than satisfaction, he didn’t show it.

The flight only got worse as we continued to barrel through the sky toward New York. I concentrated on not freaking out but it wasn’t working.

“Put the blanket over yourself,” Richard said as he leaned over.

I didn’t see how the blanket was going to help me get through the turbulence but I followed his instruction anyway. Saying no to him seemed more difficult than obeying.

They didn’t even have blankets in Economy but the First Class ones were luxurious. I pulled it over my lap and up to my waist, giving Richard a look that I hoped said ‘see? Doesn’t help’.

His gaze turned straight ahead as I went back to picturing my safe zone. I was on the beach, the waves lapping at my feet, seagulls cawed in the distance, and-



Richard’s hand had snaked its way under the blanket and between my legs. His fingers had slipped under my panties and were sliding between my pussy lips.

I subtly opened my legs to give him better access which he took advantage of instantly. He stroked long and languid up and down my clit. If I titled my hips upwards just a little, he would be able to reach my entrance. I did, greedy to be fondled there, too.

The pressure on my sweet spot was completely distracting me from the turbulence. All I could think of was my whole body as it blazed an inferno from his touches.

I closed my eyes, trying to keep a handle on my slippery sense of control. The heat was pooling in my stomach and rising to the top. I desperately wanted to rub my nipples but didn’t dare. The writhing I was doing from the caressing was enough to betray what was going on.

Richard kept his eyes fixed forward and his expression neutral. If anyone glanced our way they wouldn’t give him a second look.

Me, on the other hand…

My chest heaved with my labored breathing. The man next to me was taking my breath away with his gentle caressing. His fingers teased my clit, rubbing the flap between them with expert movements.

His hand suddenly slipped lower, peeking into my hole and testing my tightness. I whimpered, biting my lip so I didn’t beg him to finish me off.

I quickly glanced at the people across the aisle from me. Thank God for headphones as they watched their consoles and listened intently to the in-flight entertainment.

Richard went in further as I tipped my hips to greedily take him in. He held his finger there for a moment before easing in and out of me. I was still wet from our previous encounter and he was making the moisture situation even worse with his strokes.

His expression never changed even though he must have known what he was doing to me. I was about to explode with intense desire as my clit throbbed with need. I was desperately trying to hold on but it wasn’t going to work for much longer.

“Come for me,” Richard leaned in and whispered, his only indication that he acknowledged my presence. “I’m not going to stop until you do.”

The thought of Richard doing this to me for the remaining hour of the flight was too much to think about. He could do it to me forever and I wouldn’t complain.

The intensity was too much. With his thumb rubbing my nub and all the nerves singing with happiness, I had to let go of my control.

I clamped my mouth shut as the orgasm tore through me. My pussy clamped around his fingers determined to keep them there in a perpetual state of ecstasy. I had never been touched like this before and certainly never in such a public place. If it wasn’t for the blanket everyone would be getting an eyeful of my snatch being pummeled.

The orgasm filled every part of me, turning my limbs into jelly. My toes curled and my fingers tingled while my head was light and dizzy. Richard stretched out my pleasure for as long as possible, making it difficult to think about anything other than his hand and all the wonderful treatment he was giving me.

I started to calm down as his fingers stilled. He kept his grip on my pussy and his one finger inside me. He held them there for the rest of the flight. Whenever the turbulence was particularly bad he started rubbing again, taking my mind off it.

It was the best flight of my entire life.

Richard never said a word to me, even as we landed. He just held me there, only taking his hand out of my panties when we were safely on the ground and the seatbelt sign was extinguished.

I wasn’t sure if I could stand after all the attention. My knees were weak as I tried them out. “Thank you for the upgrade,” I said, the only thing I could thank him for while others were listening.

“You‘re welcome.” He smirked, showcasing the dimple in his cheek. “Wait for me when we get off the plane.”

We filed out with all the others. With every step I took I wondered what he was going to say to me outside the plane. Should I thank him for giving me three amazing orgasms on the flight? Should I give him my number even though he probably wouldn’t want to see me again? I was in complete turmoil for the whole walk.

I stopped in the arrivals hall and waited. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on the small of my back. Richard guided me over to a discreet corner. Just looking at his golden hair and light blue eyes took my breath away.

He handed me a business card. “I have a position open in my company that I want you to accept. You start on Monday at nine o’clock.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what was happening as I took the card. Richard Reign, CEO. Reign Commercial. So he was the boss of his own company? I guessed sitting in First Class wasn’t a coincidence then.

“How do you know I don’t already have a job?” I asked, only the start of all the questions I was ready to fire at him.

“Do you?”

“No, but-”

He held up a hand to stop me saying anything further. “I will see you on Monday, Letisha. The address is on the card. I expect you to be on time and dressed appropriately.”

“But… what’s the job?” He was making it very difficult to refuse him and my curiosity was peaked. I was tempted just to say goodbye and turn up on Monday just to see what he was talking about.

Richard smirked again, the same satisfied look he gave me when I came on the plane. He was a man that liked being in full control and being the only one to know all the answers.

I arched an eyebrow, refusing to let him leave without some more answers.

He took a breath before answering. “Let’s just say you will be the director of office satisfaction.”

“What does that even mean?”

“You’ll find out on Monday.”

Did I step into the twilight zone? “You don’t know anything about me. Don’t you need to interview me or something?”

Richard leaned in close, near enough to send a shiver down my spine. “I interviewed you on the flight. Congratulations on your appointment. See you Monday, don’t be late.”

And just like that, he turned around and left me speechless. He quickly disappeared into the bustling airport crowd and was lost in the mass of bodies.

I tucked the card into my bag and walked like a zombie to collect my luggage. Richard wasn’t anywhere in the terminal. I didn’t see him again before I left the airport. It was almost like he was a specter, not even real and only existing in my mind.

Maybe I had made him up. But I did have a card and wet panties that proved he did actually exist.

The business card burned a hole in my bag all weekend long. It finally got the best of me on Sunday night. I pulled it out and studied every inch of it. Richard Reign, CEO.

The situation needed some snooping. I typed his name into a search engine on my laptop and waited a whole two seconds for the results.

Richard Reign wasn’t just a CEO, he was one of the wealthiest people in the country. He owned a string of companies, scattered around the world. Many of the pictures of him were at charity fundraisers with a model-type girl on his arm – sometimes several.

He was a playboy and a billionaire.

And he had spent a flight with his hand on my pussy, satisfying me like none other.

The whole situation seemed bizarre and surreal. All I knew was that I had to turn up to his office at nine o’clock in the morning. Whatever the billionaire wanted me to do, I would do. He had me completely captured and I wasn’t about to turn down a job in this economy.

I could hardly wait.